I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Davina stumbled into the cabin ready to collapse on her bed and sleep for a year. Teaching Bonnie was more exhausting than she had expected and stealing Shane's rock had been a bigger pain in the ass than anticipated. But now she had the rock, which she was cursing as she lugged it into the cabin after her, and she had ideas for contacting this stupid witch for creating immortality and whatever else was created.

"D!" Marcel grabbed the rock. "I was just coming to get you..."

"I'm fine, Marcel, and Kol just dropped me off. Apparently the Mikaelsons are having a family meeting now that Elijah is here," Davina informed her dad.

"Family meeting?"

"If they dagger Kol I'm going to be daggering Klaus," she stated as Marcel set the rock on the counter. "But yes, they're having a family meeting, something about Katerina, Kol wouldn't elaborate," she admitted with a massive yawn.

"You should get some sleep, D," he said.

"I am, after I get a hot shower," she yawned. "I'm going to go get some sleep, it's been a hell of a day."

"Don't get abducted again," Marcel warned her.

"I will try not to," she yawned as she stumbled up the stairs. She grabbed the shirt she had discarded earlier that she had been stuffed into after everyone had treated her burn and brought it to her nose, it smelled like Kol. Grabbing clean underwear, she went to the bathroom for a hot shower she had been wanting since waking up in that grimy cell.

In the steam and heat of the water she inspected her wound, it wasn't that bad, which was a relief, but the skin was still tender, and despising her actions for the bandage removal and shower. Cleaning her hair, she was relieved some of the pressure on her scalp was take care of before she washed off the rest of the grime carefully. Now she took in the bruises from her abduction, the restraints had left deep marks, which were now blooming bright red and throbbed a little. She'd ice them in the morning.

Finishing her self-inspection, beyond the burn and bruises, she was fine, she turned off the scalding water which had helped her warmup dramatically and grabbed her towel. Wrapped up she walked out of the shower and wiped off the steam of the mirror and stifled a scream at the face behind her as she spun around to see no one there. Her heart was slamming painfully in her ribs as she turned back to the mirror and saw the girl.

"We chose you," the girl said. Davina stared at the young face of a Harvest girl she remembered meeting on the Other Side before her final resurrection. "Save us," she whispered as she disappeared.

Davina was holding herself up on the sink as she rubbed her hand over her heart.

Taking a deep shuddering breath, she released it before she brushed her hair and her teeth then dressed herself for bed.

She'd have to ponder what the spirits meant my she was chosen after she dealt with Silas and Esther. Until then she couldn't stress it, it would have to wait.

Falling into a deep slumber she let exhaustion win.

Kol walked into Nik's house listening to the music of this century, he had already fall in love with Jazz, Blues, Soul, and anything with the orchestra, but he was finding he also enjoyed Rock and Roll, Country, and some of the other Alternative stuff. He hated Techno, Rap, Hiphop and what Davina had dubbed 'club music' passionately, when he had heard them today, he had been tempted to actually break the radio! The witch had the gall to laugh at the sounds she had abused his hearing with by telling him it was a kind of music. That wasn't music. Davina had handed him a list of artists for him to investigate, which he'd probably start tonight unless he wanted to go murder someone because of his family again.

He was surprised to see Elijah was here, he wasn't surprised that Nik's house was mostly fixed already, he was rather impressed with the damage Davina had done. Parking his car, he got out and popped in the earbuds, he had a vain hope to escape his family meeting and just go read or go to sleep after he had a bit of blood and a long shower.

Rebekah stormed him before he could escape and dragged him with her towards their brother as she yanked out his earbuds.

"Hello brother," Elijah said.

"Spell isn't until tomorrow," he stated to the elder.

"Yes, I figured, but I have received the most interesting phone calls from Niklaus and Rebekah about your recent behavior and felt the need to meet with them before I aided or rejected your request."

"Amusing, you think it's a request," Kol snorted. "You three are idiotic and psychotic and I am working to prevent Armageddon, you will either aid me or you will be removed from my way. I'm open to both options," he offered with a smile that was all teeth.

"Kol, you have threatened war upon us," Klaus started with a childish pout on his face.

"Oh, sod off, Nik." He glared at his big brother. "Don't play victim, brother, it's unfitting for you. I threatened you because you were the most likely suspect and because you are the only one who would have the gall to take her. If only so you could get Marcel to come to you, and as she is the first person in this century, I have met who is not idiotic, psychotic, or completely mad, I'd like to keep her in one piece while we stop you lot from doing irreversible damage to the world as we know it!"

"Silas isn't real!" Rebekah snapped.

"You are a fool if you dare to presume such a thing. And do not attempt to lecture me about the witchcraft and fables behind it, dear sister, unlike you lot this is my life, this is what I study and what I know, probably better than any living creature," he stated in a low, dangerous tone.

"The cure…" she started.

"Is not real, and if it is it will not solve the problems!" he roared over Rebekah as he came to loom over her. "Do you not think I have not looked for a cure! A way out of this torturous existence!? I have studied everything for a hint on how to undo mother's spell! I have studied her grimoires, I have followed some of the most ancient covens, I have traveled the world over for a cure! There is not one! The cure for Silas is not a hope, it is a folly!" he stated as he backed her into a wall.

"Kol," Klaus grabbed him, and he shoved his brother off him as he glared at him.

"This is one thing not to test me on," he warned furiously. "You know nothing of what you seek, in the millennium you have had to live, to reign terror upon the world, you will not stand a chance against me if I should go against you, Nik. Don't think daggering me will be your solution this time," he warned. Kol had no doubt that Davina Claire had more tricks up her sleeves than Loki, and was more cunning, devious, and underhanded than his family would anticipate. If anything happened to him, he had no doubts the little witch's rampage would be impressive.

"Kol, calm down," Elijah grabbed his shoulder.

"No, for once you lot need to listen to me. I'm not the odd one out on this problem, I'm not the bad guy in this mess," he snapped at his older brother. "Either aid me, or get out of my way," he warned as he left the room.

"Kol," Elijah grabbed him which had him spinning around as he broke his brother's arm and brought Elijah to his knees.

"Do not touch me," he warned icily. Releasing Elijah, he looked at his siblings. "This is not a game or a joke. And if any of you touch the witch, I will obliterate you, so you can either join the witch and I and help us or get out of my way."

"You would choose her over your own family," Rebekah demanded.

"If I do not, then there will be no family to choose after Silas is released," he stated firmly and that seemed to resonate with them then.

Walking up to his room he looked around and noted that it was clean again and orderly. He went to his trunks and started rifling through his old notes about Silas and the Travelers. He snorted finding a grimoire of child spells and tossed it on his bed to give to Davina for her 'pupil'; he doubted the Bennett girl was truly committed to the craft which was why he refused to teach her. Pulling out the drawing of the Hunter's Mark Davina had given him today he started looking it over carefully before he dug through his trunks for his grimoires on counter curses or curse removal.

Davina wasn't wrong, it was a dark mark, and like all dark marks it was probably warped over time. Finding what he was looking for he tossed the grimoires on his bed before grabbing a pad of paper then went to hunt down a bottle of bourbon. Finding what he desired and a crystal sniffer he returned to his room to find Rebekah looking through his trunks.

"All this?" she whispered.

"What do you want, Bex?" he asked tiredly as he poured himself a drink and sat down to start taking notes. Kol had always been gifted with languages, and though he preferred writing in runic after all these centuries he made an effort to write in languages his witches would understand when he worked with them.

"Have you… truly, searched for a cure?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered honestly as he turned a page and jotted down a few ideas.

"Is it…?" she started.

"What mother did to us is Black Magic, Bex," he explained as he continued reading. "Makes it difficult to undo, but as it was done, it can be undone, it's just about finding the right way to undo it that doesn't topple nature."

"Were you ever going to tell me?" she asked.

"No," he answered. "I didn't feel like giving you false hope every century," he remarked as he continued scribbling a few more notes. Looking at the image Davina had handed him he looked it over carefully, the innocent woman, the reaper like figure the roots. Getting up he went to his coat from the day and pulled out the map Davina had extracted from Shane's mind.

"But do you think you can find a cure?"

"Yes," he answered absently as he looked at the map then dropped it by the drawing of the mark. Grabbing a straight edge, he started overlapping the images.

"Why didn't you ever ask for help?" she whispered.

"Help?" he sputtered as his head snapped up. "Bex, you weren't a witch, none of you were, Elijah, Klaus, and you took to vampirism with ease, I can't," he stressed. "I looked for a cure so I could reconnect with nature, I am a witch, how am I supposed to get you lot to help me with something when you can't comprehend what I'm feeling or why I desire to be human again!"

"I desire to be human! To fall in love, have a family, raise some children, grow old, live," she whispered.

"Bex, I understand that, I do," he admitted earnestly. Kol did understand what his sister desired, because even if he didn't want the same thing, he wanted to be alive again. "But why I want the cure and why you want it are not reasons that align, nor would work well together. I want it to regain… myself. You want it to live," he said. "Those interests will not work well together."

"Are you… are you still looking for a cure?" she inquired.

"Always," he answered. "And if I find one, you will be the first person I tell," he assured her.

"About your witch," Rebekah started.

"She is off limits, Bex," he snapped as he glared at her. "Off. Limits."

"I was just going to say don't get attached to her, she's Marcel's."

"Not in the way you're insinuating," he snorted.

"Well, he claims she's his kid, but who knows in a few years, and she could be a beautiful little thing," Rebekah remarked bitterly.

"Bex, Marcel is her father, she's claimed as much and he has too, it's not going to change. And as to how 'attached' I am or not to her, that is my business, not your concern."

"You're my big brother, it is my concern," she said primly.

"It hasn't been your concern in well over a thousand years, besides, I'm not the one with the string of psychotic exes," he pointed out.

"What are you implying?" she asked in mock outrage.

"You, Nik and Elijah have terrible tastes in significant others," he stated firmly.

"We do not!"

"The de Martel woman, this Katerina woman, you with the Brotherhood of the Five leader, the current perky blonde Nik's enamored with, those blonde twins in the fifteenth century, admittedly Tatia was not that bad, but Céleste, need I even go into the Spaniard?" he started.

"At least we try," Rebekah defended.

"I did like Marcel, he was good for and to you," he admitted as he flipped through a few pages.

"I might hate the bastard, but even I couldn't fault him for how he loved you," he muttered as he bit his pen and grabbed the curse mark again looking between one of runes. He circled a few and turned to write it down before he took a sip of the bourbon. He circled a few more runes before frowning and looking at the spell.

'Choosing the Worthy' was the title. He looked over the writing, it wasn't his mother's, he didn't recognize this writing, it was familiar though. He knew it was in his mother's other grimoires which had him walking past Rebekah to pull out the other grimoires.

"Did you just give up?" Rebekah asked him.

"On what?" he sputtered as he looked up at her in confusion.

"Love," she answered.

He laughed then as his head fell back. Kol had never wanted love, or affections, or passions, despite his love of the fairer sex he was not interested in the full romance of them. Kol didn't want a family, wife, or anything; he'd witnessed his parents' marriage deteriorate to such a state it was a sham, and he never wanted to be in a union because of that. And after his mother's curse had been enacted he had little interest in love, merely looking at how to get what he needed and wanted. His one love, his magic, it had been stripped from him, and he'd do anything to get it back.

"Leave Bex, I have work," he waved her off as he dropped the grimoires open on his bed and compared the handwriting. He was quick to start making a sketch as he looked at the curse and then at the other runes. It was all runic, gave him hopes the Hunter's mark was exclusively one kind of magic, but he knew it probably wasn't. looking over the grimoire he rubbed his eyes as he sighed. It would help if he knew who had cast this bloody curse.

He didn't notice when Rebekah left as he worked.

Marcel opened his door at the crack of dawn to have Kol storming the house with his nose buried in a book and a pen clasped between his teeth and a massive bag slung over his shoulder.

"About the Hunter's mark, if it is a curse, we need to figure out how it is placed upon the Hunter so we know what qualities are selected, it's not in bloodlines… and you're not Davina," Kol observed looking up finally.

"She's still asleep," Marcel remarked dryly as he shut the door.

"Right," he looked confused and then dropped the stuff on the couch before going up to Davina's room. Marcel shook his head as he waited.

There was a curse, a crash, another crash, and another curse before Kol came out with Davina over his shoulder.

"We have work," he stated as he dropped Davina on the couch. "Is that my shirt?"

"I was sleeping!" she growled.

"Silas, impending doom, we can sleep when we're dead!" Kol dismissed.

"You are dead!"

"So I am, but we have work to do," he countered.

"Coffee," Davina snarled lowly. "No coffee, no work."

"Fine." Kol stalked to the kitchen and started prepping the coffee.

"Good morning D," Marcel greeted his kid who was rubbing her eyes and glaring murderously at Kol. "I can always dagger him," Marcel offered playfully, as he opened his emails from Thierry.

"No," she yawned. "I was going to get up anyways," she mumbled as she slumped on the couch and was sound asleep again. Marcel snorted and Kol reappeared to glare at Davina before waving the coffee under her nose which had her jolting awake.

"I'm awake!" she promised.

"Here," he shoved the mug at her.

"What's with all the racket?" Hayley reappeared then with her hair in a disarray.

Marel pointed at Kol then.

"Ah," she nodded.

"I think the Hunter's Mark is a spell from the Bennett family," Kol stated as he pulled his book out again and Davina frowned.

"What?"

"Back in the New World, mother was close to a mysterious witch, she wasn't from our part of the world, nor was she a thrall won in battle," he explained. "Her name was Ayana, she was the one who taught me about Silas. She claimed to be a descendant of a witch Qetsiyah. This is her handwriting, and her spell," he pointed at the book then grabbed another paper.

"I don't remember you being this chipper in the mornings," Marcel remarked as Davina sipped her coffee.

"I haven't gone to sleep," he answered. "This, this is the runes in the Brotherhood of the Five's mark and together, these go to only one spell I know of, and it was from Ayana," he explained. "She created the spell upon our warriors so they could always find potential members for our village. Her translations though were Hebrew to Old Norse, and this is how they would come out."

"Didn't people know about you?" Davina asked.

"No," he shook his hand. "A handful of Vikings from the Old World had made their way here, to this spot for rich lands, good health and new lives. But the journey back then was far more perilous, and the culture of the village founded here was a mix between local tribes and the Norse who came. Ayana was the only one from a place I don't know, at least, not exactly, she came from the middle east, and spoke Hebrew. She came over when I was about three or four months old, Elijah said she had been captured by our father on a raid in the Old World," he grimaced as he tried to remember. "She was my first real teacher, my mother tried but my magic exceeded what she could teach rather quickly.

"Anyway, there was a massive war that broke out between my father, who was the chief and land owner at the time, and one of the Old World Norse who came seeking our prosperous village, which lead to the betrayal of our village and a massacre. As a result, father had my mother and Ayana create a special mark, something only people from our village could see, and if it revealed itself on a stranger that meant they were worthy of joining our village, if they possessed no mark then we did not trust them. Now, the selection of the worthy is the tricky part, and without a full view of the mark it is unclear how the selection happens, but it is clear that this mark can only be seen by those deemed worthy. Good news is, despite the Black Magic, we can remove it, we possess a Bennett witch and I know the counter curse."

"And the bad news?" Marcel asked.

"Once it's gone, it's gone, it'll be like the Brotherhood of the Five never were, it won't kill whoever it is connected to, but any marks, maps or clues about Silas will be gone."

"We already have the map," Davina pointed out.

"True, but we shouldn't do this until we talk to Nik about the Brotherhood of the Five, perhaps he'll know something we don't, or we might need to ask the Gilbert kid about," he pointed out.

"Oh no, she's not going near Niklaus!" Marcel declared.

"When do we meet with him?" Davina asked.